Heartbreak [zjm]

12. Selfies

I woke up next to Zayn sleeping very peacefully. I decided on not waking him up even though it was Friday morning and we did have to go to school. He stirred awake after lying in bed for what felt like 20 minutes. 

"We have school today," Zayn groaned. "But I have dismissal." 

"Well I don't," I said. 

"Let's just skip." 

"Are you kidding me?" I sat up in bed.

"Yeah, why not? It's Friday and we're both always at school anyways," he shrugged and rolled over in bed.

I texted Melissa and told her that I wasn't feeling well that day. It wasn't a complete lie because I had been feeling a bit lousy. 

I turned over next to Zayn and stared at him sleeping for a few minutes. He seemed really peaceful and I couldn't believe that he was here. Since his break up with Heather I thought he would be hard to get along with and angry.

He had surprised me.

"What do you want to do today Belle?" He wrapped his arm around my body and pulled me closer.

"I'm not sure. Since we're staying home from school we could just stay in?" 

"Sure," he replied with a small smile.

His jaw structure was literally sharper than my vision. 

"You keep staring at me." 

"Oh, I'm just admiring you," I joked. 

Way to be cool. 

"Since we're already awake, let's get up," he sat up in bed and stretched his long arms. 

I went to the bathroom, brushed my hair/teeth, and washed my face; I felt very refreshed.

I changed my clothes into a long white t-shirt and black leggings. A proper lazy-day outfit. 

I walked downstairs and heard the shutter of a camera click. "Zayn?" I called.

He started laughing and I stepped closer to the couch. "You look gorgeous, Belle," he showed me the picture he took and I looked a lot brighter today. I still looked horrendous but it was better. My mouth was sort of open and I looked like I wasn't sure where I was going.

"Ew Zayn, if you're going to take a picture you may as well be in it. Also, you should tell me," I laughed. 

"Where's your phone?" I handed Zayn my phone and went to make tea in the kitchen. All I could hear was shutter noises coming from my phone.

"Are you taking selfies?" 

"Yes, girls on Instagram told me I should take more." 

You're right, you should. Everyone would die due to your perfection. 

"Oh," I laughed and I heard another noise. "Really, Zayn? I wasn't even ready!" 

"Sorry," he pouted and we posed for more pictures. 

Once he was done with that he sent all of them to his phone and posted the best one on Instagram. I made some pancakes and we sat on our phones while we ate. "Wow a lot of people liked this photo," Zayn laughed and scrolled more.

I looked on his post and most of the girls' comments were

Date!

Cuties!

Parents!!! 

I wasn't sure why they said those things, Zayn doesn't really date except Heather and he still wasn't over her. 

"Belle, can I ask you a question?" 

"Sure," I replied finishing my short stack of pancakes. 

"Do you think I'm a bad person?" 

"Define 'bad person'." 

"I feel so pathetic because I shouldn't  be like this after Heather. There are so many other girls out there and I'm just complaining," he groaned.

Finally he understood what I was thinking. 

"Why are you like this if you only dated for a few weeks?" 

"I told her I was in love with her." 

After two weeks? Are you kidding me?

"Oh, well I see why you thought that, you two were cute," I lied. 

We came to the decision since we were both staying home, we should spend the day together inside. We watched movies and I caught up on some school work. Zayn also got on my laptop and managed some of his work that he had to do. 

"This was a lovely day," Zayn said about mid-afternoon.

"Why is that?" It wasn't any exciting day. We just stayed home and pretended to be sick.

"Because I spent it with a wonderful girl," he stated. "You may or may not feel the same as you used to, but I know you liked me before." 

"Oh?" I decided to play dumb.

"Playing dumb won't work, Belle. I knew you liked me from the minute I saw you. It was the way you looked at me," he whispered in my ear.

I stayed silent, wanting to hear more.

"At lunch and during Tennis, I catch you staring at me. I find it cute," he laughed.

He was literally a God and he was telling me how cute I was.

"I think you're adorable when you space out." 

I had a feeling he wasn't over Heather but I wasn't sure. Maybe it was just my anxiety talking, but I had this weird feeling. He grabbed the back of my head and leaned it to kiss me. It was a passionate kiss, but it was slow and you could tell it wasn't full of just lust. 

I heard a shutter button and pulled away from him. "Zayn, what was that?" 

"What do you mean?" Zayn asked fidgeting with something in his pocket.

"Did you just take a kissing selfie?" 

=I know I haven't updated in eight days, but the musical is fun! Tomorrow is Tuesday and I will hopefully upload tomorrow as well... BTW SORRY IT WAS SO SHORT!!! THE NEXT ONE WILL BE LONGER. Thank you all for understanding ily all x=

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